Zinnabelle

@magic.swordsz.in

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30s she/her 🏳️‍⚧️ lesbian | 🔞 | writes sapphic erotica | posts lewds | not dtf irl sry magic.swordsz.in | patreon.com/zinnabelle

some guy
Kris Deltarune
zin doing the silly porn face
zin in a black tank top, black hoodie, and ripped black jeans
A Hungry Light feminizing deification torture basement by Zin Nabelle
zin in front of some big stairs
zin with no makeup on, ready to be on buses and trains all day
delicious baklava
zinnabelle emerging from a cloud of weed smoke
zinnabelle wearing mcr merch at the phish concert
sad athame
Baz - a muscular dude with stubble
a wimpy guy with long hair and a black eye
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******* Love watches itself through hundreds of eyes, hears itself through hundreds of ears. It is ephemeral, temporary, existing in a moment that lasts for hours. When the night is over it will die, and when the night starts again it will be reborn. It is powerless. It is all-powerful. It cannot solve all of these humans’ problems, but it wants to, it wants to let them know: you are not alone, you are not alone, you are not alone, and I will never stop loving you. ******* Love recognizes the angel that is hovering above it, plugging her rays into its cells, siphoning energy. It gives this energy gladly; the hungry should eat, the thirsty should drink, the empty should be filled. It recognizes a rare opportunity for direct communication. ******* Hello. Love speaks to her in a wave of sensation: sweat, flashing lights, thumping rhythm. ******* “Um. Hi. Why are you calling me an angel?” ******* For the same reason that you are calling me Love. The angel is quiet for a moment, perhaps waiting for Love to elaborate, but there isn’t any elaboration to give. Love is Love and the angel is the angel, and that is the nature of things as far as Love is concerned.
She climbs up onto the cot, straddling him, and stares at his mouth, through his mouth, gets very close, and moves her head down his throat to his chest. “I can’t fucking see it,” she mutters. “His skin’s in the way.” She pulls something from her pocket and twirls it and suddenly she has a knife, a butterfly knife, and she lifts it high, ready to strike. Mike screams, thrashing, tries to get away but even in this state she easily holds him down. “Woah, woah!” Baz shouts. He grabs her arm and holds it. She strains against him. “Hey, girl, hey, let’s not do something you regret!” Her hand relaxes and Baz gently takes the knife from her. A moment too late, Mike realizes this may have been his second chance for an escape attempt and he just fucking missed it. She pushes him back down and presses her head against his chest like she’s listening. “Yeah,” she whispers. “Yeah, I hear it.” When she looks up, tears of joy are dripping from her eyes. “She’s there … I hear her.”
Zin Nabelle A Hungry Light Feminizing Deification Torture Basement (Feminizing is struck through and Deification is circled)
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one earring is a dagger and the other is a pair of handcuffs
zinnabelle with a small glass of booze
zinnabelle
a plate of deviled eggs
zin is being crushed by a precious kitten
a framed ink block print that shows a muscular woman with a knife and an upside down woman with horns connected at the waist like a playing card
A Hungry Light Deification Torture Basement by Zin Nabelle
zinnabelle and cat
girl dressed in a fishnet shirt, cargo pants, and boots, holding a dagger
A HUNGRY LIGHT BY ZIN NABELLE
a paperback proof copy of A Hungry Light
an elf with fucked up armor
permanent marker drawing of an angry demon lady on red paper
a small bowl of Doritos and the end of a baguette
zin zinna zinnabelle
zin zinna zinnabelle
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Camille Edwardian Boots (Burgundy/Black)
Vans Knu Skool Checkerboard Skate Shoe - Black / White
a two panel comic "I can't use the same OC in numerous unrelated projects" "you could if you weren't a fucking coward"
Lego speed champions 2 fast 2 furious Honda s2000
a mimosa
A hungry light: now in stunning monochrome!
mock-up front/back cover for A Hungry Light
oobh i got plany off time
Herculine by Grace Byron
zin in a cute black top
donut and full throttle
the woman has the build of a Scythian priestess, but -- accentuated, perhaps, by her exhausted state, -- was so lean and youthful looking, you can only think "twink"
a little square medallion that says "box two certificate of completion"
a very large burrito being assembled by many people
gustave from Clair Obscur
A screenshot of the wikipedia article "Gemory" Gemory (also Gremory, Gamori, Gaeneron, Gemon, Gemyem) is a demon listed in demonological grimoires. Description Gremory is described in demonological works such as the Munich Manual of Demonic Magic[note 1] [1][2][3] the Liber Officiorum Spirituum[note 2][4][5] the Pseudomonarchia Daemonum,[note 3][6] the Lesser Key of Solomon,[note 4][7] the Dictionnaire Infernal,[note 3][8] as appearing in the form of a beautiful woman (though as with all Goetic demons referred to using the masculine pronouns "he" and "his") wearing a duchess's crown and riding a camel, ascribed with the power of revealing hidden treasures and answering questions about the past, present, and future.[8][1][7][4][5][6] The Munich Manual, Pseudomonarchia, Lesser Key, and Dictionnaire further give Gremory the power of procuring love from women[8][1][7][6] (although the Liber Officiorum Spirituum describes her as "a companion of the love of women, and especially of maidens"),[4][5] while the Pseudomonarchia and the Lesser Key note that the duchess's crown is (somehow) worn on Gremory's waist.[7][6] Stephen Skinner and David Rankine, in their edition of The Goetia of Dr Rudd, suggest that this was a mistranslation of the Latin cingitur which should have been translated "encircling her head".[9] Gremory is mentioned in a manuscript labelled Fasciculus Rerum Geomanticarum.[note 1][10]
mirror selfie of zin
zin
The Storyteller: The mortal's eyes fly open and she gasps, sitting up, looking around wildly. She spots Ianeira and her gaze softens, like she was an old friend, she hadn't seen in a long time. "What did you... this feels..." Like water after days in the desert. Like the sweet nectar of the gods has passed her lips and her entire body buzzes with excitement and need, a need for more of the magical ichor that flowed through Ianeira's dead veins. "What was that?" Zinnabelle: "Oh good, you're okay!" Ianeira belatedly licks her wrist closed. "You were waylaid by a shadow beast! Fortunately I and my comrade were at hand and able to vanquish it before you were slain. Your injuries were severe, however, so I had to use my...my...healing essence to restore your health!"
zin tired
zin and the losers that she beat at pool
a selfie of zin from the lips down. she's wearing a green dress
a mirror selfie of zin wearing a checkered top and jeans. her figure is undeniably feminine
a cartoon of red blood cells saying "I can't wait to circulate the heart!!! :3" "We're going into a goth girl's mouth"
a screenshot of my follower count at 3999